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liveoutimagination · 6 years

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Sweet Escape I - Bob Morley Imagine

requested: no word count: ~2290 warnings: swearing pairing: none yet, later female!reader x bob morley summary: y/n works at nycc as a volunteer and while she’s not new to it, she’s still extremely nervous because this year, she actually gets a chance to meet and talk to her favorite actor - bob morley. A/N: so this is my first imagine since about two years so my english and writing might be a little rusty. anyway - this is definitely a slow one. gotta set some base for the next parts. also don’t mind the mistakes/failed grammar/misspellings/whatever. it’s way to late already and i wanted to throw this out right now.

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It was my 5th year working as a volunteer at new york comic con, yet I had never been this nervous. Over the past years, I had been working at different conventions and therefore got in contact with several celebrities, why one might think I eventually got used to being eye to eye with people like Jensen Ackles, Grant Gustin or Robert Downey Jr. - yet that was nothing but wishful thinking, considering this very moment.

During my second year, I got my first chance to work at both – the panels and the backstage/vip area. And I loved it! It was that moment I realized this was the kind of thing I wanted to do for a living. Unfortunately being a volunteer didn't pay off very well. Well, it didn't pay off anything at all – besides free access to the current con of course. But I was certain it was the best opportunity to gain experience before trying my luck in other areas.

So, again, one should think I got used to all of this over the years, but this time was different. As the schedules were sent out, my heart skipped a beat and as if he knew it, my comic con-best friend called only seconds after we received the mail.

“(Y/N), you okay?”, Dan asked as soon as I picked up.

“This has to be a joke...”, I mumbled both – in shock and excitement.

We met during my first year, while he had been there the third time. After sharing our first shift we were basically inseparable. Dan and I clicked instantly – sharing the same interests and liking the same shows. During the following years, we always met a few days in advance, spending some time together before we would be stressed out as hell and sleep-deprived from the upcoming days working and running around. That's why I wasn't even surprised he called this quickly once we got the news.

“Nah, don't think it is.”, he chuckled, while I got up, unable to steady neither my pace nor my heartbeat.

“Dan, I'm dying. I'm literally dying right now. This can't be real!”, I exclaimed still running around like some hyperactive 5-year-old.

“Looks quite real to me. Calm down, (Y/N). Isn't that what you've wanted ever since the pilot aired?”, his voice was way too steady at this moment and it almost drove me crazy.

This was the only difference between the two of us. While I was head over heels over the actors of my favorite character, Dan just enjoyed some good storytelling. And that's exactly why I freaked out the moment I read I would be in charge of the vip and panel area during the whole con, which also included the one the cast of The 100 would be there. Not only was it a huge responsibility, no, but I would also meet the actors I had adored for years now.

“No... I mean, yes! Of course! But I can't do this. I'm going to fuck everything up!”

“Language!”

“Shut up, Captain E-Rated! This is some serious shit! How am I gonna keep my cool and be professional when I see Marie. And Richard. And Lindsey!”

Yes, I was definitely freaking out – more than I should.

“What, you're not going to mention your all-time sweetheart?”, Dan teased me, making me blush right away and I was glad he couldn’t see my face right now. I knew he was right and so did he. Yes, the thought of seeing Bob Morley in person was the actual reason for keeping me on my toes. Not that I'd admit it, though.

“Fuck off, asshat! You're so not helpful, it's like I'm talking to Isaac.”, I responded as I fell on my bed.

“Just tell me what to do...”, I muttered, face pressed into one of the pillows.

Laughter from the other side of the phone.

“How about you take a few deep breaths and then you're going to be as charming and quick-witted as always?”

“I hate you...”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Within a matter of seconds, I threw my pillow downwards next to my bed.

“Die...”, I grumbled, slowly coming to my senses.

It was still dark outside when the alarm went off and I didn't know who to blame for the most annoying start of the day ever – myself for wanting to get up hours before we had to leave or Dan's alarm, which was the most nerve-wracking thing I ever heard.

“Good morning, too...”, a male voice muttered not sounding any less tired.

For the past days, Dan stayed over at my place and actually managed to get my constant and quite spontaneous fan-girl-outbursts under control. While the first day at comic con went by smoothly, reality hit me again once we got back home last night. Even though it was late already, we stayed up way longer than we should have and only got a few hours of sleep. Mainly my fault but what should a girl do? Yet, no matter how grateful I was only a few hours ago as I finally calmed down again, now we had to take the bitter pill. Pulling my blanket over my head, I turned around, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

“How 'bout we call in sick today?”, I asked – half joking, half serious.

“Nah, we're gonna make it somehow... and you don't wanna miss the party, do ya?”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. If I'd skip work today, but would show up at the party, I had been working at nycc for the longest time. It was probably the most exciting part of the con. Everyone – volunteers, organization, exhibitors and actors – they all came together for a few drinks, amazing food and some nice music. And there was not a chance I would miss out on that.

The next moment my blanket disappeared and I heard Dan walking towards the door.

“Don't. You. Dare. To ...”

Before I could even finish my sentence, the room turned bright – too bright. Shielding my eyes, I somehow managed to sit up.

“Bastard.”

“Jon or Ramsay?”

“Joffrey.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

“You're welcome.”

“So, how about I make us some coffee and you take a shower? You reek.”, he suggested, well-aware that coffee was the only thing powerful enough to actually get me on my feet, literally speaking.

“I said Joff, not Ramsay.”, I responded, my words followed by a yawn. “But fine. Zombie awakener style?”

“Always. Now move your lazy ass before I have to kick it.”

Waving in his direction I signalized him to go ahead. I always wondered how Dan could be so energetic, even in the morning after a day like yesterday. Maybe he was a morning person but me? Not so much. After staying put a few more seconds, eventually, I got up, dragging myself toward carefully picked outfit placed on a chair. Even though we all had to wear the same shirts, it didn't mean I couldn't up my game at least a little. Even if it would be a first. Usually, I just wore some comfy sweats and sneakers, but today my favorite pair of jeans, a cute long-sleeve, which I would wear underneath the staff-shirt, and my not so cheap Converse would do. Still comfortable but not as Netflix and chill as my usual attire. I even managed to decide on what to wear tonight yesterday, so the most irritating part was already done.

After taking a quick shower I prepared my skin for another not so common part – putting on makeup. But before I would even think about painting on my face like an empty canvas, I had to get my own personal drug.

The rest of the morning passed rather uneventful – We both got dressed, I decided to keep my make up simple for the day and while Dan prepared everything for later when we got back home, I refilled our to-go cups.

Until midday, it felt like any other day. I ran some errands, briefly switched positions with some newcomers and the guys and girls working alongside with me finally got used to the hectic work. Thanks to everything on my schedule I didn't get any chance to ponder over what was to come in the second half of the day.

But once I met Dan for lunch, it struck me like lightning all over again.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”, I exclaimed, checking my appearance in my smartphone's front camera.

It was obvious I hadn't just been sitting around doing nothing during the last hours.

Fortunately Dan already got used to these outbursts during the past few days, which was probably why he only let out an almost bored yawn.

“You're gonna make it someh ”

Stopping mid-sentence, he suddenly unbent, his eyes averted from and looking past me.

“The fuck is it now?”, I asked. Not even annoyed, but nervous as hell.

“(Y/N)... promise me you won't freak out if you turn around.”

“Why would I Oh! My! God!”

Turning the direction he was looking, my eyes set on Bobby – and not only him. No, the whole cast of The 100 sat only a few tables away from us, having lunch themselves.

Even after some seconds passed, I was still staring. Trying to clear my throat, I blinked a few times.

“I... I probably should stop staring like some crazy fan...”, I mumbled.

“Seems like a good Nope, too late.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about, as Richard rose his glance, looking our direction. He must have said something to his co-stars because slowly they all turned towards us.

“Fuck...”, I said under my breath, pretty sure I ruined everything.

That’s until suddenly something came up my mind. Something that would either be my downfall or lifeline. A bright smile appeared on my lips as I turned back to Dan before getting up.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?”, he questioned, a skeptical expression on his face.

“Saving my ass or digging my grave.”

Taking a deep breath, I headed straight for their table, making sure my badge was in sight.

Professional. Be Professional. Come on, (Y/N), you can do it!

My smile turned bright and cheerful, the moment I arrived next to them.

“Hey! Sorry about the staring just now. I was trying to figure out whether now would be a good time to hit you up for a sec.”

My voice was firm, almost getting my hopes up, I could survive this without showing my inner fan-girl screaming loudly. That's until – out of all people – Bobby replied.

“Seems like you've made up your mind a little too quick.”, he said, leading me to make a face for a moment.

“Oh...”, was the only sound leaving my throat, as I stood there dumbfounded.

“I'm kidding. What's up?”

His expression softened and he gave me his breathtaking smile, which never failed to make my knees go weak.

Dammit! Get yourself together!

Coughing slightly, I briefly shook my head – lips pressed together in half a smile, half annoyance.

“Yeah, right... So, I... I just wanted to introduce myself quickly before you guys go backstage. I'm (Y/N) and I'll be your girl Friday in a few. Figured it wouldn't hurt if you knew my face beforehand.”, I finished, giving them a warm smile.

For a brief moment, everybody nodded, returning my smile, before Eliza playfully punched Bob.

“Guess you better hadn't said that before.”, she addressed him, grinning.

“Yeah, you really shouldn't hoax the one bringing you drinks and food.”, Marie joined in, laughing.

“Was nice knowing you, man.”, Richard added, not any less amused.

Their behavior was infectious, why I couldn't help but join in and therefore spoke before even giving a thought to it.

“Good thing I like my victims to see my face at least one time before they bite the dust.”

“My, my looks like we've got a feisty one.”, Lindsey laughed before the others joined her.

“You feeling alright buddy?”

Eliza placed her hand on Bobby's shoulder, who obviously had given up, shaking his head in silent laughter as it seemed.

“Absolutely. It's great to see you're all totally fine with me being poisoned.”, he said, both – playfully and devastated – at once.

Still chuckling a little, I clapped my hand.

“Alright. I guess I'll let you enjoy your last moments alive and I'll see you guys later.”

As much as I enjoyed the little chat, I knew I had to finish lunch before getting back to work in a few. Not to mention that I didn't want to take up their time any longer. Even though they didn't seem to mind my presence. Within seconds most of them said their goodbyes – though it wouldn't be for long – and I turned around, ready to walk away.

“See you, (Y/N)! And try not to kill me before the panel.” Bob spoke, making my heart skip a beat as I heard my name from his lips.

“Yeah, we'll see about that.”, I responded teasingly, one last glance over my shoulder, giving him a lopsided grin.

Heading back to Dan, I gave him a thumbs up, smiling stupidly happy and – what's more important – incredibly proud of how well everything went. It felt like this was exactly what I needed so I wouldn't freak out later again with no one to calm my nerves around.

#bob morley imagine #the 100 cast imagine #the 100 imagine #bob morley x reader #my stuff

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dramaqueeenamby · 7 years

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Family Counseling (3)

Family Counseling (3) - Drabble

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A/N: I’m honestly so humbled by all the love you guys have been showing this random ass idea of mine! Like, dudes! You guys are awesome! Thank you so much! This particular drabble concludes this ‘day’ so the next will include a slight time jump.

Also, I’m a Marvel nerd so my T’Challa is a hybrid of movie T and comic T who, tbh, is kinda an asshole. As the story progresses, you’ll see more of his douche ways and how he’s matured.

As promised, tagging the following awesome people who requested! Hopefully, I’m doing this correctly. I’ve been away from Tumblr for a while now so I’m still trying to get reacquainted. If you’d like me to tag you in future updates, let me know!

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Words: 2290

“What about that kid you were telling me about?” She suddenly remembered, taking another spoonful of chocolate ice cream. “The one Stark mentors?”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “He’s too young.”

“Aren’t you two like the same age?”

“Chronologically, yes,” Shuri spoke as if it was obvious. “But mentally? He’s not on my level. Although he does get my humor….”

“So, friendzone?”

“Absolutely.”

“Gotcha.” She smiled. “Well, what about that prince?”

The princess groaned. “He’s insufferable and a male chauvinist. Do you know what he said when I told him about my being over the outreach center?” She shook her head. “That’s cute.”

She frowned and shook her head. “He is an idiot, Shuri.”

The younger girl suddenly smiled sadly. “Baba used to say that I’d probably end up having to genetically create my own beau when the time came.”

“Well, you do have a history….”

“I do not!”

“Shuri….”

“I just have high standards.” She shrugged. “And refuse to settle like you did.” The princess noticed the curious look on her sister-in-law’s face and decided to elaborate. “It’s nothing personal, but I can’t see myself being like you. You put up with so much shit from my brother, and yes, it paid off in the end, but at what cost? Years of heartache and being someone’s second choice? No, thank you.” She said nothing, letting the younger girl express her feelings because that’s what this was all about and second, Shuri had a point.

Most women in her position would have been done with him when she woke up the following morning after he took her virginity and found him gone.

He had returned back to the states.

He didn’t even tell her bye.

She’d put up with a lot from T’Challa before he finally made up his mind as to what he wanted or, more importantly, who he wanted.

“Life is too short.” Shuri continued in a softer voice. “I see that now.”

“Do you still have nightmares?”

Shuri winced at the word but nodded slowly. “Not as often, but yes.”

She reached out to caress the top of her head. “Same subject?”

Again, Shuri nods. “Sometimes I just wish that I could forget, ya know? It would make it easier. Go back to the way things were.”

“A lie always has a way of revealing itself, Shuri.” She reminds softly, allowing the young girl to rest her head on the older woman’s shoulder. “No matter what.”

“How do you do it? How do you not hate him?” The scientist shook her head. “I mean, you love my family just as much as I do, and he’s hurt you just as much as the rest of us. He is a monster. A heartless, soulless monster.”

She chuckled quietly. “Hate is a strong emotion Shuri….” Her powers were connected directly to her emotions so if those got out of control, then so did her abilities, and that would only end in disaster as she had never truly tested the extent of what she could do, but had a feeling it wouldn’t end well. “Plus, I’ve spent some years being trained on how to see the good in people no matter what.”

“You honestly believe that he has good in him?”

“I do.” She answered without hesitation. “Now can I ask you something?” Shuri nodded. “If you truly believe that there is no good left in him, why do you think your brother saved his life?”

And for that, Shuri had no response.

+++++++++

She was chatting with a few members of the Dora Milaje when he stormed into the room, still in his suit, the only part of him visible being his face.

The warriors stood to acknowledge his presence, but he did not even return their salute.

She knew then that he was livid.

“Leave us.”

Immediately, they scattered. The hadn’t even shut the door all the way when he started to rip into her.

“What in the hell were you thinking?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “It is nice to see you too, my love.”

“Do not-“ He shut his eyes and forced himself to calm down. “I am in no mood for games. You had no right-“

“Excuse me?” She interrupted, standing up from the bed and moving closer to him. “King, you are, but my master you are not. And more importantly, you do not get to tell me how to do my job.”

“This has nothing to do with work, and you know it.” He snapped, and she realized then as the vein in his forehead protruded that he truly was more irate than he was letting on. “This is about you not only endangering your life but the life of our child! Not to mention everyone else that you two came into contact with!”

“Do you honestly believe that I would ever do anything to put anyone in danger?” She scoffed in incredulity. “I had everything under control, T’Challa. Do I look hurt to you? Were you briefed on any incidents during your absence? No! Why? Because I am more than capable of handling what it is that I do, and I thought that you knew that.”

“You are missing the point. He is dangerous, y/n!”

“So am I! So are you! Hell, we all are!”

“Do not even try to put him in the same category as us. He is a killer, y/n, and no amount of therapy or rehabilitation or whatever this is that you are trying to do will change that!”

“So what would you have me do? Abandon him just as King T’Chaka abandoned his father? Abandoned him?”

She knew that she was hitting below the belt, but she didn’t agree with T’Challa. Not at all, and she’d never been one to stay quiet in the face of a disagreement.

She turned to walk away when he shouted at her.

“I saved his life!”

She whipped her head around to match his tone, “And what is a life of misery, T’Challa?!” She shook her head. “You said it yourself. He was willing to die rather than spend the rest of his days rotting in a prison cell, but I suppose you think that locking him in a room with 24-hour surveillance is somehow better, right?”

“What would you have me do then, y/n?” T’Challa sighed, starting to sound defeated.

“I do not need you to do anything except trust me, but it seems as if you can’t even do that.”

T’Challa shook his head, “Why do you defend him so?”

She opened her mouth and then closed it. Should she? No. Hell, why not. “Because…I see myself in him.” Neither husband nor wife said anything for a good minute, but both maintained eye contact. She waited for him to speak, but instead, he turned around and headed for the door. “T’Challa.” He kept his back toward her but ceased his movement. “He knows about the baby.”

She watched his shoulders rise and expected for round two to commence, but instead he ripped open the door and slammed it behind him.

She stood there for a while before the sound of heavy rain penetrated her ears and she looked out the window to see that it was storming. One look in the mirror across their large bedroom and she realized her eyes were white and her cheeks were stained with tears.

“Damn,” she wiped at her face and shut her eyes, willing herself to calm down. It wasn’t working. She then decided to go with option two. Stripping off her clothes, she headed for the bathroom and stepped into the shower, telepathically turning the knob.

As the water rained down on her, soaking her from head to toe, she tried to calm her growing nerves. This was why she hated fighting with T’Challa because while it didn’t happen often, when it did, it was hard.

She felt bad about sharing the news of their pregnancy without talking to him about it first, but that was the only thing she regretted. She needed him to understand her point of view and sure, maybe she could have done more to hear him out, but he wasn’t being reasonable.

As she started to cleanse her body, her eyes fell on her stomach. She thought about her baby, their baby. The fight, the stress, it couldn’t be healthy. She was only two months along but being a mutant, she wasn’t sure how her pregnancy could or would differ from that of a non-mutant. And she refused to do anything to make the next seven months anymore difficult than they were already setting out to be.

She spent the next thirty minutes washing her hair and body before exiting the bathroom with towels wrapped around her head and body. Upon entry into her bedroom, she was shocked to find her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, clad in only boxers.

It was evident that he’d also showered and cleaned himself up, just in another room. When their eyes met, she immediately looked away, hating how the sight of his muscular physique sent a jolt of heat through her own body.

After all, she was just angry with him, then she was crying, now she was…turned on?

Damn hormones.

She turned to grab clothes out her dresser when he called out to her.

She froze. “What?”

He released a heavy sigh. “Come here.”

She started to give a smart reply, but her body betrayed her as her legs carried her over to him and she was suddenly standing directly in front of him.

“Yes?” She spoke with evident irritation.

He reached up and gingerly caressed the top of her left cheek. “I need to ask you something.”

She turned her eyes to the corner of the room. “Okay…”

“You said that you see yourself in him-“

“And I meant it-“

“Explain that to me.”

She finally looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows. “What? T, I do-”

“Please.”

She paused but realized that he was serious. “We both witnessed the murder of a parent, granted the circumstances were a little different, but the trauma was still substantial. Both were thrown into the system and fell victim to the horrors of that and…” As she trailed off, his other hand went under her towel, lightly caressing the back of her thigh in a comforting motion.

“Rejection.” He supplied. She said nothing. “Because of me.”

“What?” She met his eye and shook her head. “No. T’Challa, I had always felt rejected, long before I even met you. Those issues stemmed from my father not being around. They just weren’t exactly helped because of what was happening with you, but….why are you asking me this?“

“Because I need to know that I have not made the same mistakes as my father did for the seed of rejection leads to a path of destruction and discord.” His words made sense to a certain degree, but she failed to see their application to their argument earlier and her confusion must have shone through because he proceeded to explain. “This is not just about Erik. You were right. I was wrong. I cannot allow myself to let his past to define him, although I wish you had asked me before you had told him about the baby.” A beat. “It is about us as. When you said you saw yourself in him, all I could see was how my father’s actions resulted in a line of death and darkness. He made Erik into what he is today, and I could never forgive myself if I did the same to you.”

All she could do was stare at him. This was why she could never leave the man if she wanted to. Every time she thought he’d finally done it, finally crossed the line, he managed to redeem himself, prove himself worthy of everything she had to offer.

This was the side of him that she absolutely loved. The side that he didn’t show to too many people, the side that she was sure would always have possession of her soul.

“Your father was not a perfect man; however, he was a good king and a great father.” She settled onto his lap and turned sideways so that his arms could wrap around her waist. “But you…you, my love, your reign will set precedence for generations to come because you rule not with this,” she points to his head, “but with this,” and then his heart. “And that is also why you are going to make an amazing baba.” She brought her lips to his temple.

“What about husband?” He spoke innocently, but his hands started to lightly tug on the bottom of the towel wrapped around her body.

She smiled against his skin and shifted so that she was straddling him. “I don’t know.” She pulled the towel off her hair and threw it to the ground, her afro 75% dry and purposely took her time undoing the top of her body towel. “We can certainly work on it though, right?”

He quickly grew frustrated with her teasing and snatched the towel, flipping her and pushing her back on the bed, attacking her body with a burning hunger.

“Wait,” she panted as his mouth moved from her lips to her breast, taking a few extra seconds on her stomach, before she clenched her legs shut to deny him access. She giggled when he looked up with obvious irritation. “Can we tell the medical team about the-“

“I don’t care.” He cut her off, his voice low with need, as his hands forced her legs apart, pulling her body down the mattress so that they rested comfortably on his shoulders.

“Basta-ahh.”

Suddenly, she didn’t care either.

#black panther fic #t'challa x reader #t'challa udaku #Black Panther Imagine #shuri #erik killmonger #oneshot #drabble #family counseling #t'challa #black panther fanfiction

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 7 months

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Our Common Goal Was Waiting For the World to End

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qisYKb8 by Trisdani Robin will go to the furthest lengths to complete a mission, even if it includes working for Slade. Or, will Robin ruin his life to protect the future of his friends? Words: 2290, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Titans (Animated Series), DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Batman Ensemble, Bruce Wayne, Teen Titans (DCU), Raven (Teen Titans), Cyborg (Character), Starfire, Beast Boy, Nightwing Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Teen Titans Additional Tags: Dick Grayson as Slade Wilson's Apprentice, Emotional Manipulation, Dick Grayson is Robin, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, batman is a father figure, obsessive!robin, Post apprentice robin, Healing, Recovery, rehealing relationship read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qisYKb8

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ao3feed-brucedick · 1 year

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here we go again sick like animals we play pretend

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/kw5Oo0T

by horsey

“B, I need an extraction.”

He should have known better than to take on a mission while he’s… impaired. Loaded down with certain… appendages.

He just didn’t expect his hubris to cost him his dignity.

Words: 2290, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Other(s)

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Animal Transformation, Kemonomimi, Episode: s02e54 S'tel ees a cigam wohs!, Dick Grayson is Bunnywing, Undercover Missions, Non-Consensual Groping, Spanking, No Sex, Dysfunctional Relationships, theyre both a little fucked in the head ngl

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#ao3feed #BruceDick #BruDick #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #fanfic #IFTTT

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mthofferings2018 · 6 years

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 6 years

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Maraudering Matters

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by whysosiriusumbridge

In hindsight, Harry had not expected Maraudering Matters to actually matter that much. It was just an experiment to try to get his life back in line after his past, after the decisions he had made - now all he was left with was pictures and memories and no pensieve - 'And the coffeehouse. Don't forget the goddamn coffeehouse.'

Words: 2290, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Maraudering Matters

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner, Hermione Granger, Phil Coulson, Blaise Zabini, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ron Weasley, Percy Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Howard Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Draco Malfoy, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Happy Hogan, Fleamont Potter, Bill Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, FitzSimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Grant Ward, Melinda May, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Dean Thomas, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Victoire Weasley, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Howling Commandos

Relationships: Harry Potter & Tony Stark, Harry Potter/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Harry Potter & Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Hermione Granger/Steve Rogers, Teddy Lupin & Harry Potter, Bruce Banner & Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Crossover, Coffee Shops, Mash-up, Original Character(s), Everyone Needs A Hug, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Marvel Universe, Pre-Iron Man 1, Avengers Family, MCU AU Fest, How Do I Tag, Tags Are Hard

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caspianxth · 3 years

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hi em! again sorry abt the delay in asks haha hopefully i'll be able to send them consistently up til christmas though!! only a couple days left!! i read comics for a bit a year or two ago but kind of fell off haha. i read a couple batman stories and enjoyed them well enough, i just got a little distracted after a while and dropped it, do you have any recs? also great taylor lyric choices, she really is the greatest so i understand it's hard to pick!! also i've gotten many friends into her by sheer persistence so it can be done!! just keep being annoying!! some more random qs: what's your favorite color? favorite book? -🍒

hello!!! it's ok!!! I hope that things are calmer and that you can truly enjoy the holiday season!! I was way better at reading comic books in high school but I kinda fell off it too. but there's a couple I want to get like dark knights of steel, it's the dc heroes but in medieval times! seems fun! I haven't read it yet so I can't say for sure if it is but nico showed me smth from it and 👀. I also want to start reading the new wonder girl and wonder woman, yara flor and nubia seem fun too. I would say my biggest recommendations would be: batman hush (batman, 2 volumes) and blackest night (green lantern, 1 volume but like, all the justice league heroes of that time are in it). I didn't like brightest day as much (the epilogue to blackest night). also if paul dini wrote smth I am generally interested, he wrote my favorite episode of batman the animated series (heart of ice) with mr. freeze that I think about a lot. he had so much depth for a villain on a 22 minute show and batman beat him with a thermos of soup. I also liked the new 52 runs of the flash, green arrow, and wonder woman, but I only got to volume like 6 or 7 for them. as u can likely tell it's been a while since I got any bc new 52 was like 2011-2016 sjgjsldjgskakfjsxk

favorite color: tie between pastel pink, lavender, and pastel blue. pastel bi flag essentially!!

favorite book: you'll never believe what happened to lacey. I love amber ruffin she's so funny so I was so interested in reading her book and some of the shit that happened to her sister is absolutely *disgusting* and fucked up but she and her sister really are so funny in recounting it.

tbh I don't read a ton anymore because I like to write (mostly fanfics) in my free time (I probably have a modest 15 different works in progress, most all are titans fics, a couple works are original stories tho) so I mostly reread what I write bc I'm continually editing and reworking things. my longest work rn is a titans fic that has 24,341 words in the 'main' story then there's one part that I'm reworking that only has 2290 words bc it's being redone and has to get put back into the main story, then I have a big work of 'this will go somewhere in the main story idk where yet but I had this idea' doc that has 13,923 words so total my biggest work has 40,554 words as of today! I don't post my writings anywhere at least rn I don't, I mostly just do them for my own entertainment. mayhaps when I know who u are I can send u a part on discord if u wanted to read it (don't feel obligated btw, like only two people have laid eyes on a single part of a fic I've written, I really just do them for me. also dw there's nothing nsfw in anything I write bc I am not good at writing that stuff so I don't). I struggle with like, descriptions of shit so I want to work on that, a lot of my works are dialogue based esp with fanfic so that's a goal with my writing. I don't wanna drone on for pages like f. scott fitzgerald but a little more description would help things prolly. I say as I drone on for this ask lmaooo

#bpacksanta #🍒 anon #bitch pack secret santa #sorry if u think I am insane

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